Page 80 of Betraying Him
“Please,” I croak. “Please, Harley.”
“Fuck, baby. You’re killing me.” He dips his head to the crook of my shoulder and sighs. “We can’t fuck here, Sav. What if someone sees?”
I chuckle breathlessly and thread my fingers through his already messy hair. “I’ve been here for over two hours and haven’t seen a single soul. It’ll be fine, I promise. Now, please fuck me, Harley. I need you.”
It was good to be here alone. It gave me time to come to terms with the decision I made, but it’s even better now that Harley’s here.
He curses softly and lifts his head, his eyes drilling into mine before flicking around our surroundings. “I swear, Sav, if some fucker sees what’s mine, I’ll lose my shit.”
“What’s yours, huh?” I say with a smile, and he smirks before spinning me around, making me face the sea once more.It’s chilly out, but my body feels like it’s on fire, and I clasp the railing in front of me, the metal cold beneath my palms.
“You’ve always been mine, in one way or another.”
He grabs the back of my neck, pushing me forward until I’m bent over the railing, looking down at the crashing waves. I gulp. “Harley…” I say hesitantly.
“Nah. You told me to take what I want. You begged me to fuck you and pleaded that you needed me, so you’re gonna bend over that fucking railing and look down at the sea as I fuck you like the good little cock slut you are, you hear me?”
I swallow the lump in my throat and nod hesitantly. “I hear you,” I rasp, fear and need warring with each other, but if I’m being honest with myself, I love this.
“So good for me,” he coos and rubs his hands over my hips before letting his thumbs slide against my waistband. I hold my breath as he slowly tugs them down, and then he does the unexpected. I feel a sharp pain before my body shifts forward, and it takes me a moment to realize the asshole spanked me.
It fucking hurt.
And felt so freaking good.
What the hell is wrong with me?
“You’re perfect,” he whispers, as if hearing my thoughts, and I sniffle as my eyes begin to water. Whether from his words, the breeze or the pain, I have no idea, and I honestly don’t care.
“Please,” I whisper, though it’s so quiet it probably got lost in the wind.
But Harley always seems to know my needs because I hear him pull down his zipper. His body is close to mine—either to stop anyone from seeing me or to ward off the cold, I don’t know—so I can feel his movements as he pulls out his cock.
Once free, he slides the head of his dick against myentrance. I’m already soaked, so it glides easily, and I hear him groan quietly.
God, I love making him feel good.
Hearing his grunts, groans, and moans only turns me on more, and I love how he doesn’t feel like he needs to hold back.
“Please, Harley. Stop teasing me and just?—”
My words cut off as he slams inside me. A shriek passes my lips as my body is shoved against the railing, while his thick length makes me feel so damn full.
“Christ, why does it always surprise me how tight you are? I’ll never get enough of this, Sav. Never get enough of you.”
I believe him, because I feel the exact same way.
“You always fuck me so good,” I rasp, and his hand wraps around my hair, lightly tugging.
“Yeah? You want more, little devil? You want me to fuck you good and hard?”
He slowly pulls out of me, and when I don’t respond, he stays there, unmoving.
Stubborn asshole.
“Yes,” I gasp. “Please.”
He chuckles darkly and slams back into me, taking the breath from my lungs, and I let out a strangled sound. That sound only seems to spur him on more, because he starts fucking me with earnest, his thrusts are hard and fast, his hand tightly gripping my hip, so hard it’ll no doubt leave bruises.
